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"I knew those guys were trouble the moment I laid eyes on them."-General Roy Mustang
Korvun, Ishval
September 4, 1908
Two figures in Amestrisian State Military fatigues were prone beneath a cliff overhang. They were both looking towards a small village with a small crowd of people in the center. Many were carrying weapons, but many women and children were intermixed as well. One of the figures closed the bolt on a sniper's rifle and looked through the optic mounted on top.
"Target, political figure, center of large crowd on the elevated platform. Range estimate, seven hundred meters. Wind, three quarter value. Send it." The spotter watched through a pair of binoculars. It was thirty seconds before the rifle cracked. It was another three heartbeats before the bald man in the center of the crowd on a stand fell, his body jerking from the impact of the bullet. The women and children opened their mouths in silent screams and the crowd scattered with the armed Ishvalans looking around desperately.
"Hit, center mass. Target neutralized."
The two snipers stood, their mission completed. The spotter picked up his own sniper rifle, and turned to his partner.
"Let's head for the rally point." The sniper nodded, and turned around jogging to the west.
"You think the major completed his part?" The spotter asked as he looked around for enemy patrols.
"No doubt." The sniper put her back to the wall and checked around the corner, and cursed inside her head. Four Ishvalans were walking towards them.
"Four hostiles. Bolt action rifles, and one shotgun."
The spotter nodded. The sniper and spotter rounded the corner at the same time and fired at the unsuspecting Ishvalans. All four fell, and the duo sprinted towards the rendezvous point now. The gunfire would attract more enemy patrols, and the wanted to get out of the area quickly. They spotted the RV point, a small adobe hut next to a waterhole. There was no sign of the rest of their detachment.
"Let's head inside, and take cover."
The spotter nodded in agreement with the sniper and the pair of soldiers backed inside, before closing the door.
"Phew…can't believe they didn't find us."
A bullet came through the wall and shattered that thought. The sniper narrowed her eyes at the spotter as they both hit the dirt.
"You serious, dude?"
"Look, it's not my fault. Argue when the bad guys are dead."
The pair of soldiers stuck their rifles through holes in the wall and began returning fire. They were vastly outnumbered by the platoon sized enemy patrol, but there was one thing on their side. Nearly every bullet the soldiers fired hit its target. Before long six Ishvalans were on the ground bleeding.
"Loading!" The sniper shouted out.
"Covering!" The spotter fired three rounds from his pistol. The sniper resumed firing and the spotter reloaded. This process went on until Ishvalan reinforcements showed up. There were over sixty enemy guerillas.
"I'm out! Nine mil!" The sniper slapped her spotters shoulder, and he handed her a pistol magazine over his shoulder.
"I'm running low!" The spotter informed his sniper.
"Where's the major?!"
"He'll be here!"
Clink-clink-clink
Both soldiers turned and stared at the grenade rolling across the floor.
They both bailed out of the windows and looked up to see Ishvalans pointing weapons at them. The spotter swallowed, and looked to his partner.
"It was nice knowing you, Riza."
Riza Hawkeye nodded to Edward Elric with sorrow in her eyes.
"Same here, Ed."
They both turned back to the Ishvalans and stared at the muzzles of the rifles as they exploded.
Eight Years Ago
Elric Home
Resembool, East Sector
October 9, 1900
A ten year old Edward sat down at the table in the kitchen. His mother, Trisha, was standing in front of their coal burning stove, and turned to smile at him when his chair scraped on the floor.
"Where have you been Brother?" Alphonse looked up from his plate was cutting a pancake into pieces.
"Sorry I was looking at one of dad's alchemy books." Edward rubbed his neck in embarrassment. Trisha smiled at the mention of her sons' new favorite hobby. Ever since they'd discovered the book Alchemy for Beginners in Hohenheim's study, they'd spent all their time with their heads buried in some book or another about alchemy.
"Did you learn anything new, Ed?" Trisha sat a plate of eggs in front of him.
"I started reading about taboos, and I've been stuck on human transmutation. I pulled out another book all about it. I'm curious about why it's never been accomplished."
Trisha frowned.
"Ed, it's not a good idea to wander in areas like that. I don't know a lot about alchemy, but I'd prefer it if you stayed with elemental alchemy."
Edward nodded
"I wouldn't try it mom; I was just curious."
Trisha switched back to her smile.
"I know. Would you go outside and get some more wood for the stove?"
Edward nodded and slid his chair backwards.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Edward walked outside and over to their woodpile behind a shed. It was then he heard the shrill whistle from the kitchen. He tilted his head to the side and walked towards the noise. Then he heard a deep throated boom. It, to, came from the kitchen. Edward's eyes widened and he started running towards the house. He had just reached the kitchen door when the wall exploded.
Hawkeye Manor
East City, East Sector
Riza Hawkeye sat with her mother and grandfather in front of a cake with eleven candles on it. The blonde haired girl smiled at the two small presents that were to her left, and then turned back to the candles. Her grandfather and mother smiled at her as she stared at the flames. The mirror to her right showed off the small white dress she was dressed in as well as her mother's fluorescent silk dress. Her grandfather was clad in his usual military uniform.
"Don't forget to make a wish Riza"
"Yeah, Riza make sure you wish for something good. Like a good husband or your own gold mine." Grumman laughed when Riza got a twisted look on her face. She was still at the stage where boys were gross, and something to be avoided.
In her own mind Riza was reflecting that the only people at her birthday party were her grandfather and mother.
"Well go ahead Riza." her mother urged.
'I wish I could have some friends' The eleven year old girl blew out the candles on the cake and laughed when her grandfather complained that she hadn't left a candle for him to blow out. Then there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get that you open your presents Riza." Riza's mother got out of her seat and went to get the door. Riza reached for a small green gift bag with no bow. She reached inside and brought out a box with a blue top on it. The girl opened it and found a silver heart shaped locket inside. It had picture of her and her mother inside. The other side was empty. A note was beneath the locket.
To: Riza
I thought that you could find someone to put in the other side instead of a picture of a father you've never known.
Riza smiled and put the necklace down on the table in front of her.
She had gone to grab her grandfather's present when there was a crash from the kitchen. Her grandfather called out to see if everything was ok. There was no answer. Telling Riza to stay there he walked towards the noise, unconsciously putting his hand on his pistol. He walked into the kitchen and froze. His daugther was lying on the floor, not breathing. Grumman ran to her and attempted some type of aid, but there was nothing for it. His daughter was gone. A note was next to her on the counter. Grumman dumbly stared at his daughter for a few moments before picking up the letter.
To whom it may concern,
It has come to the attention of the bank that the owner of this house, Berthold Hawkeye, has defaulted on his loans to the Bank of Salem and Xander. As such the bank will be seizing his assets with the permission of the Treasury Department. It has also come to the attention of our firm that you are occupying the home. Under Amestrisian law you are squatting on bank property. As such you must vacate the premises within the next week or you will be removed by force.
Sincerely,
Arnold Xander
Grumman shook his head. Not only had the bastard left them alone, but now he was forcing them onto the streets. Why had that damned fool defaulted on his debts? God knows he had enough money to buy a small nation. There was a noise from behind him. He turned quickly to see Riza standing in the door staring at her mother.
Wow...did I mention that there would be a lot of death in the first chapter...hm...I think I did. I didn't? ...uh...yeah there's gonna be a lot of death...probably should have put that warning at the beginning.